You’ll have to forgive the break from trip posts for a moment, it’s been a crazy few days.
Sometimes the universe just slaps you in the face. You could say it’s a sign from God, Allah, Yahweh, whoever/whatever, but as an agnostic I like the idea of the great unknown and “the universe” is a nice, ambiguous way to put it.
The problem with these proverbial slaps is that they don’t come with instructions or a convenient moral at the end. There’s no sky banner saying “That’s what you get for XYZ, asshole!”, or “Don’t forsake love for the better job in Denver!”, or whatever the applicable lesson should be. We just get bitch slapped and left wondering why.
Since returning from Australia I’ve had a series of unlucky, unfortunate events. At first, it was a few minor things not that far out of the ordinary but the magnitude and frequency of these events kept increasing. I went from thinking that maybe I was having a string of bad luck to thinking that the universe was trying to tell me something in an incredibly awkward and increasingly painful way. Whatever the lesson is, I’m not learning it quick enough. Continue reading